Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

The five masked men on the island had just recovered from the attack when they saw three fiery behemoths rushing towards them.

The leader and another masked man instantly teleported away, their bodies contorting in the air before disappearing.

The other three didn't have time to react and were engulfed by the flames.

One of them attempted to Apparate, his body becoming transparent, but the space itself was burning as the Fiery Blaze surged forward.

His body was struck by flames the instant he disappeared; half of it was gone, while the other half remained in place.

One half turned to ashes in an instant, and the other half couldn't escape either. Apparition requires a complete body, and broken limbs cannot be reassembled.

The other two struggled in the flames.

The Iron Armor Spell opened, one second, two seconds, and shattered.

The obstruction spell had no effect.

The incantation struck the raging fire like a piece of paper being thrown into a bonfire.

One of them suddenly sank downwards, his body disappearing into the rocks and burrowing into the ground.

But the flames burned down the cracks in the rocks, and the sound of the man burning came from underground before quickly disappearing.

Finally, the person was completely engulfed by the flames, leaving nothing behind.

The raging fire spread across the island, devouring everything in its path.

Architecture, reefs, air, magic.

The flames grew hotter, brighter, and more violent.

The giant serpent twisted into a pillar of fire, the fire dragon exploded into a sea of ​​fire, and the chimera scattered into countless sparks, only to reassemble itself.

The entire island was engulfed in flames.

Regulus held up his wand and could feel a thread connecting him to Fiendfire, the most basic link between the caster and the spell.

But the feeling coming from that connection was very difficult for him.

The raging fire roared, expanded, and devoured everything in its path.

Its message was simple: more, bigger, stronger.

The urge to devour everything was completely out of control, now displaying its rage, and it surged through Regulus's mind along that connection.

He is still maintaining it.

He continuously channeled his magic and suppressed his will, wanting to control the Fiery Blaze, to keep it burning within a controllable range, and to make it act according to his will.

But it couldn't be suppressed.

The fire behemoths had completely escaped his control; they ravaged the island, devouring each other and splitting into even more.

Those once delicate and lovely birds have now become synonymous with destruction.

Regulus held on for a few seconds, then he gave up.

He severed the magical output, retaining only the most basic connection, allowing him to sense the state of the Fiendfire, but no longer attempting to control it.

The raging fire was still burning, burning very fiercely.

Regulus and Freya hovered in mid-air, quietly watching the island.

The sun was shining brightly, the sea was a deep blue, and the small black island in the distance was now completely covered by orange-red flames.

Flames shot upwards, licking the sky, while thick smoke billowed, obscuring half the heavens.

The heatwave could be felt even fifty meters away, and the sea breeze carried the smell of burning, mixed with something indescribable, like the aftermath of a magical fire.

Freya turned her head to look at Regulus.

He sat astride his broom, wand hanging at his side, his gaze fixed on the burning island.

His face was expressionless; he showed no excitement, no tension, and no fatigue.

She remembered the three little birds he had just released—so small, so delicate, so adorable.

And then it turned into that appearance.

She recalled the unseen spell that turned the two masked men to ashes in an instant, and the three adorable little birds that plunged the entire island into flames.

She looked at the island; the flames were still burning, and she didn't know how long they would continue to burn.

Regulus, however, was thinking about the two masked men who had just vanished in phantom form.

The leader ran away, and the other one ran away too. This is not surprising. It's not easy to keep all the opponents of that level.

But he wasn't worried; if they ran away, so be it.

They knew what had happened on the island and what his magic was like.

He turned his head to look at Freya again. The blue flames were still swirling, contrasting with the orange sea of ​​fire in the distance—one place was quiet, the other raging.

They should know who she is by now.

If they're smart, they'll stay away; if they're not...

Regulus snapped out of his thoughts.

This wasn't the first time he had used Fiery Blaze; he had been practicing it since the Easter holidays, almost four months now.

Now, the Fiery Birds he tamed can even interact with the Starry Sky Kite like real living creatures, remaining unmoved even when touched.

His control over the Fiery Blaze had reached a remarkably refined level.

But the sea of ​​fire before them was a completely different matter from the three little birds.

Those once delicate and lovely birds are now rampaging across the island, devouring each other and splitting into even more.

The flames were so hot that they melted the rocks, and black lava flowed down the island's slopes into the sea, stirring up white steam.

Regulus looked down at his hands, then at the sea of ​​fire.

Asking him to build an island in the sea is something he definitely couldn't do; even ordinary wizards couldn't do it.

That is creation, that is building, that is creating something from nothing.

But if it's just simple destruction, annihilation—

He thought about it and realized that it seemed ordinary wizards couldn't do it.

But if it's just simple destruction, annihilation—

He thought about it and realized that it seemed ordinary wizards couldn't do it.

But the island in front of us has been burned and sunken, and everything on the ground is gone.

The buildings, the reefs, and those masked men who hadn't escaped—they were all gone.

All that remained was a burning, scorched earth and molten black lava.

It was incredibly powerful, but it was not under his control; in fact, it could be said to be completely out of control.

Regulus looked at Fiery Blaze, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

From the day he started practicing Fiery Blaze, he knew it was dangerous.

Orion had warned him, the notes in the family library had warned him, and he remembered the fate of Rickab in the original story.

He thought he had it under control, that he could practice within safe limits, and that he could use it in a controlled manner.

But when it was truly released, when it truly faced a living enemy, and when it truly allowed the raging fire to devour everything, it still lost control.

The birds flew thirty meters away and then escaped his control. They swelled, split, and exploded, becoming things he couldn't control.

He could only watch helplessly as the magical output was cut off, waiting for it to burn out on its own.

The second form of the Disintegration Curse is indeed powerful, and this time it has been thoroughly verified, fully meeting expectations and even exceeding them.

But there's a problem.

The leader and the other masked man reacted extremely quickly.

From the release of the second form of the Disintegration Curse to the erection of the Ironclad Curse, no more than 0.2 seconds elapsed.

In such a short time and at such close range, they were actually able to react and take defensive action.

The speed of sound is fast; a distance of fifty meters takes 0.15 seconds.

But for an opponent of that caliber, 0.15 seconds is enough to do a lot.

Regulus thought, if sound waves can be dodged, what about electromagnetic waves?

Electromagnetic waves travel at 300,000 kilometers per second, which is nearly 900,000 times faster than sound waves.

A distance of fifty meters takes less than one two-millionth of a second—a time that no wizard could react to.

Britain has its own wizarding radio network, headquartered in Hogsmeade, which broadcasts from morning till night, covering the entire country. Wizards have been listening to it since childhood, and it is a common occurrence.

Regulus wasn't sure if the system was driven by radio waves or pure magic, but for it to allow all the magical radios in the country to receive the signal synchronously, it must have the properties of radio wave propagation.

Could he perhaps modify the Disintegration Spell again?

Sound waves are waves, and electromagnetic waves are also waves.

If the medium through which the Disintegration Spell is transmitted is changed from sound waves to electromagnetic waves, then no one can truly escape this spell.

Regulus fell into deep thought.

Freya noticed that his gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he were looking at the flames, or as if he wasn't looking at anything at all.

She was lost in thought for a while just now.

She simply obeyed and defended herself with a fire shield; the remaining two attacks were all carried out by Regulus.

The results far exceeded expectations.

In her opinion, even if the battle wasn't fought on the enemy's territory, even at sea, it shouldn't be this easy.

Whispers of the Abyss excel at naval warfare; their movement speed increases on the sea surface, and the power of their spells is amplified, making them true experts in naval combat.

But today, from beginning to end, those seven masked men didn't even have a chance to make a move.

The first disintegration spell turned both into ashes.

The second wave of fierce fire killed three of the remaining five, and two escaped.

The two who ran away did so because they reacted quickly enough and used Apparition.

She had to admit that this boy was powerful enough on his own, just by virtue of the Disintegration Spell he had developed.

She glanced at the still-burning flames and recalled the scene she had witnessed yesterday.

A small orange-red bird perched on his shoulder, gazing at the silver-white guardian spirit.

The guardian spirit stretched out its wings to touch it, but pulled back as if burned, and it remained motionless.

Someone who can tame Fiery Flame to that extent will eventually be able to completely control it.

She had no doubt about it.

Freya maneuvered her broom and stealthily approached Regulus.

He was still lost in thought and didn't notice her.

She twirled the broom tail and gently nudged him.

Regulus' broom tilted.

He snapped out of his daze, straightened the broom, and looked at Freya.

Freya's face showed some expression now; she frowned slightly and pursed her lips, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

"You did my work."

Regulus stared at her expressionlessly, sensing that she was looking for trouble.

She just said it herself: revenge, going all out. Now that he's done the work, she's pulling this stunt again?

Freya felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.

She subtly moved the broom aside, as if trying to avoid his gaze.

Regulus watched her little gesture, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He had long noticed that when this witch was being assertive, her gaze was always direct; she looked wherever she wanted and said whatever she wanted.

But if I feel even a little guilty or uncomfortable, I will look away.